The survival instinct is a stubborn thing. I hope all of us can hold on until the end of this. We just need to be patient—suicidal thoughts are a known side effect of many antipsychotics. I truly hope that one day we'll all be genuinely happy again, and that this experience will be behind us
It put you in a horrible place. But please remember you have people on your side who care about you and want to help you. There are medicines and practices that can help you, and even if they don't we're still here for you.
Please don't. We need you to stay and help us get better. You're more important than you know. Please stay.
And live a miserable life? No thanks.
Can I offer you some free cookies, then?
Families that send there are demonic
I feel ya, I'm on 17 months & counting, two frickin' injections, I've lost everything, I'm me but not me anymore, totally destroyed, suffering horrifically, every second of every day, no joke, I can't take much more either & am also afraid of trying to kill myself & not succeeding. I don't truly want to be dead, my faith is completely gone too, but I can't live this miserable life much longer...
Never kill ourself and start to exposing it, brave ones are needed
Yeah, I used to be highly spiritual, not religious, but a Jesus guy, believing in the coming of a final battle between good & evil, yada-yada. I never would've considered suicide as an option.
Same never considered suicide as an option before this, they create biggest horror of our lifes and call it help, but i can use that energy and create biggest mainstream case and write a book how i healed cptsd etc... But i live with abusive parents due to my psyche still being in pieces therefore affecting my ability to work so it makes me live in fight or flight constantly which after all the hell i been through makes me suicidal extremaly, my parents are so demonic that still dare to use psychiatry past as a way to try to intimidate me, still controling and still infantilise me. Most of these psychiatrist do not recognize who is a victim and who is abuser
Yeah, psychiatry is surely a grotesque profession. I got misdiagnosed & mandated this monstrosity of a drug. I was holistically oriented, into health & wellness & fitness, totally opposed to these poisons. Even though I knew they were bad, I never could have imagined a medication & subsequent withdrawal could do this level of damage. And it appears to have permanently changed my brain. Maybe not, but I can't endure much more of this abject misery. I'm not remotely the same person. I can barely function. I used to be so competent & capable. I've lost almost everything.
I'm sorry to hear about your situation...
Everything you're describing feels very familiar to me. I also find myself thinking about death very often, wondering whether all of this is hopeless and whether I even have a future. Whenever that happens, I go back and read recovery stories. They give me a tiny bit of hope, but it never seems to last for long. I try to stay positive, but my thoughts won't leave me alone, and sometimes it feels as though there's only one possible outcome to all of this. I was misdiagnosed as well, even though I tried to talk about it. They didn't want to discharge me until they had given me the third injection. My life feels ruined. I keep trying to tell myself that this is only temporary, but sometimes I'm really scared. I don't know what will happen next...
My life has been a kaleidoscope of deeply painful and traumatic experiences. In 2020, I sought psychiatric help for the first time because I hoped I would finally be diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and receive the right treatment. All the criteria seemed to point in that direction. I had a very different idea of what psychiatry would be like. I thought psychiatrists were like any other doctors—people whose goal was to help their patients recover and make their lives as comfortable as possible. I imagined I'd receive psychotherapy and spend time working with a psychologist. Instead, I discovered that psychiatric care in my country is still stuck in the past. Hardly anyone seemed familiar with borderline personality disorder, and they mostly focused on common diagnoses like schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, depression, and so on. Like many others, I was treated with antipsychotics. They didn't help me at all—in fact, they only made things worse by turning me into an emotionless robot. After that, I tried to treat myself, but it led nowhere, and eventually I found myself back in my psychiatrist's office. Now, I dream of only one thing—to wake up one day and feel like myself again, the person I was before all the hospitalizations. Right now, that future still feels very distant. I'm sorry for writing all of this. I just needed to get it off my chest
Yeah, it's insane. I've had no abatement of symptoms. Thank you for the sympathy. Yes, I have anhedonia, not the genital numbness, although certainly no sex drive.
Yes, this feels hopeless to me, my life is absolutely ruined, I can't live at home anymore, me & my cat are tortured in our new space, I can't imagine getting home again, everything it takes to manage a household & property, I (mentally) can't do any of it anymore, this is insane, the recovery stories don't help me, everybody's brain is different, my change feels permanent, and this is not a life that's sustainable, I'm not viable as a normal human being, I can't take care of myself, the future looks like some kind of nursing home or maybe worse, I couldn't bear that, I have people around me talking about the power of positive thinking, they just don't get it, it's not my mindset that's creating this complex, it's an abominable change in my brain composition, what a horror!
BTW, how long have you been going through withdrawal?